Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tonga and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Desert Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Slits,
Duran Duran,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mojo Men,
ABBA,
John Holt,
Second Layer,
Cymande,
Shoche,
Ten City,
LL Cool J,
The United States of America,
The Misunderstood,
Donald Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barrington Levy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moleskins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris & Cosey,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Fraelich,
Negative Approach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stereo Dub,
Kenny Larkin,
Depeche Mode,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dual Sessions,
Goldenarms,
Jacques Brel,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fall,
The Mummies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sight & Sound,
R.M.O.,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Vogues,
Massinfluence,
Steve Hackett,
Niagra,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scion,
Robert Wyatt,
The Martian,
New Age Steppers,
Crime,
Mark Hollis,
The Toasters,
The Standells,
The Pretty Things,
Monks,
Country Teasers,
The Star Department,
the Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grauzone,
Intrusion,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.